It Ain't Funny (feat. Yo Gotti)

Trapaholics, real trap shit

They murked your homeboy, that was cold blooded (Damn)

The last I heard they killed him over drug money (Huh?)

He died on a Friday at 11:30

Say he left his girl like 11 birdies

I'm double cup, shawty, my cup so dirty (Red)

Never seen a nigga drink so muddy (Red)

Never seen a nigga make this much money (Shit)

I'm laughin' at you niggas but it ain't funny

Gucci Mane, I want my piece of the pie

I sold dope, I didn't go to DeVry

My mama looked me dead square in my eye

And told me, "You ain't got to lie, boy, you high"

I was a stick-up kid, I had a .45

I make a nigga put his hands in the sky (Huh?)

They said I'd never make it to twenty-five (What?)

I was sellin' knuckle bags in junior high

One day every man gotta die

I got a gangsta homie come from the Chi (Huh?)

Say he been gangbangin' ever since he was five (Damn)

And every day he thank the Lord he alive, huh

They murked your homeboy, that was cold blooded (Damn)

The last I heard they killed him over drug money (Huh?)

He died on a Friday at 11:30

Say he left his girl like 11 birdies

I'm double cup, shawty, my cup so dirty (Red)

Never seen a nigga drink so muddy (Red)

Never seen a nigga make this much money (Shit)

I'm laughin' at you niggas but it ain't funny

First thing on my feet, quarter key for the shoe

Ten bands for your life, five hundred on the tool

That's a throwaway, Gucci, I'm 'bout to take these hoes to school

That's a murder weapon, throw it in the river when you through

On my young nigga shit and my old school reppin'

With my hat to the back, with my fully loaded weapon

Try to re-up in my hood, I'ma teach your ass a lesson

Fresh off a million dollar run, this what I call a blessin'

Bitch, I'm cool with the bank owner, fuckin' on the bank teller

Seven figure nigga, hood rich, I can buy whatever

But I remember them days when I was starvin'

Like you remember them days when I was robbin'

Hands up, face down, let me get your set

Kick your door down, nigga, tell me where it's at

Beat a nigga ass with a baseball bat

'Til his eyes turn blue and his head turn black

Heh, you don't know the half 'bout that

Brick, you lose your ass 'bout that

And don't fuck 'round with them goonies

But I'm front 'cause they not havin' that

They murked your homeboy, that was cold blooded (Damn)

The last I heard they killed him over drug money (Huh?)

He died on a Friday at 11:30

Say he left his girl like 11 birdies

I'm double cup, shawty, my cup so dirty (Red)

Never seen a nigga drink so muddy (Red)

Never seen a nigga make this much money (Shit)

I'm laughin' at you niggas but it ain't funny